Since the days of her first frustrating sexual awareness which in time became strong insatiable urges, Grace became a ‘fast but frequent lover’ who always had an urgent need to be satisfied. Her problem was very few of her many lovers and her husband, also fast and frequent, could last the pace of Grace who in the beginning of her sexuality was happy with being pleasured twice in any one act. Sex was always on Grace’s mind and as she grew so did her need for more pleasuring and often indulged in sexual acts with a work colleague. Grace and her husband were heading for more than just a separation when one merry and drunken Saturday night he brought Grace a mystery gift. A mystery gift she could not refuse and her use of it is often but the gift remains a mystery.
Kenny didn’t want to get up this morning and if it came to it, he didn’t want to get up any morning not until he was good and ready to. This morning he was to start another new job, his the third in eighteen months. When it came to working he just didn’t want to do a job unless it was something to his liking. He argued with himself. That if the job centre had not threatened him with the last two jobs, he would not have taken them and would by now have found a job which suited him. Kenny yawned stretched and looked at the clock
‘Half past five.’ He thought ‘I must be fucking mad the job looked alright last week when I agreed to start but now it didn’t look so good at all, not from his bed anyway.’
Kenny had been out of work for roughly three months and last week when he went to sign on he took with him a list of places he told them he’d applied at for work but there was nothing doing at any of them. In actual fact Kenny had copied the names of firms from the telephone directory but ‘his nibs’ behind the desk didn’t seem impressed and handed Kenny a card ordering him to apply for a job as a ‘Boiler man. No experience needed.’
“If you don’t get this vacancy Mr Wilson you will be called in next week for an interview.” His nibs warned him from behind his desk. “I’ll telephone them now and arrange an interview.”
Kenny had no option but to go for the interview the next day and as it turned out the job as far as he was concerned.
‘Was a doddle,’ the only drawback being, he had to be there between six and seven-o-clock in the morning.
The job as boiler man was easy enough and after two practice runs on two separate days with a boiler man from the council. Kenny found the job was much to his liking.
Basically all he had to do was light the boiler and keep it stoked making sure there was a steady steam heat to be kept at a certain temperature. This served the council cookhouse which provided hot school meals for a number of schools in the district. At around one -o-clock when he got the nod he’d rake out the boiler and reset it again for the next morning. The next part of his job he really enjoyed as this was to deliver a van load of meals in hot boxes to an old people’s home some nine miles away and along the coast road. Now depending on his mood Kenny would either get the delivery over with quickly by putting his foot down to get there and back inside an hour and a half or take it easy and enjoy the ride and not getting back until around five-o-clock. Whichever Kenny decided to do was up to him because as soon as he brought back the empty hot boxes from the day before he was finished for the day.
There was nothing hard about the job at all and Kenny took a daily paper into work with him, this he read from front page to back and always only ever half-finished the crossword puzzle by one-o-clock.
Such was Kenny’s happy lot; he kept himself to himself mostly but he was very aware of what went on around him. There was a coal and log delivery once a fortnight other than that there was the odd task to do in the boiler house and a general clean up.
Kenny was aware there was something like fifteen to twenty woman working in the cookhouse. One handy man and two drivers but he did not venture into the cookhouse building for some days after he had started and that was only to have a nose about the place. The breaks, dinners and cups of tea were all free but Kenny took his own lunch and a flask of tea.
Kenny had been at the job for some three weeks and all that time, (which was a long time for him) He managed to keep out of any kind of bother as now he decided it was a good job with good pay and he was going look after it.
Usually the handy man would bring the rubbish to the boiler house on a flat four wheeled cart. Rubbish like empty cardboard boxes or wooden fruit and vegetable boxes and any old packaging from the cookhouse stores but on the Friday of this week it was a girl of about nineteen who called from the boiler house door.
“Hello… Kenny hello” she called standing nervously two steps inside the door.
“Where do you put this rubbish?”
Kenny who was in the fuel storage room hadn’t heard the girl calling as he was shovelling and brushing coal that had spread all over the floor after a delivery. The girl walked in with her arms full of cardboard and pieces of wood and as Kenny turned around he bumped into her. She stood on a chuck of coal twisting her ankle. Kenny’s natural reaction was to grab the girl as she let go of the rubbish and as his hands grabbed her one landed fair and square on her breast.
“Whoops steady on girl.” Kenny told her steadying her on her feet and the girl held Kenny’s hand for a second or two before she took it off her breast.
“Sorry” Kenny told her and was not as embarrassed as he made himself out to be.
“I just grabbed at you when you were falling.”
“It’s alright thank you I should have been more careful.” The girl told him as Kenny held her around her waist and led her back into the boiler room.
“Here sit on the chair and rest your ankle for a minute.” Kenny told her as he led her to the old and battered table with a couple of chairs by it. The girl sat on the chair looking at her foot at first then around the boiler room.
“This looks comfortable like your own private hide-a-way.”
“It is and you’re sitting in my office now.” Kenny told her with a grin. “This is where I read the paper and do my crossword; it’s also my canteen where I have my breaks and lunches.”
“My name is Vicky yours is Kenny isn’t it?” Vicky asked rubbing her ankle as Kenny watched her; he still felt the touch of her breast in his hand, it wasn’t a large breast but firm and the shape of an upturned Christmas pudding. Kenny almost laughed out loud as he thought of that.
“Yes I’m Kenny and I’ve seen you crossing the yard a few times to go to the cookhouse store and back but I didn’t know your name” he told her.
“Vicky” he said thoughtfully and almost as though he tasted the name and hoped he could taste her as well and fairly soon.
“Yes nice name” he told her, “I’ve seen you quite often and wondered if you like to go out on a date with me?”
Vicky looked at Kenny; she was and looked surprised at his request.
“You don’t waste a moment do you?” she asked but secretly she had also watched Kenny and searched out ways to start a conversation with him at least. It was on the spur of the moment she had collected the rubbish together and took it to the boiler house. Vicky had hoped he would ask her out but his asking her out on a date within five minutes of talking to him almost threw her.
“Ok yes, I think so” she told him “Where would we go?”
“Anywhere you like if it’s in the evening the cinema or a meal, the pub or a club. If it was tomorrow Saturday we could jump the train Merespoint fairground and it’s also a nice holiday town lots to do, you choose” Kenny told her.
“Oh…I don’t know” Vicky told him, thinking hard. “Why not go to the cinema tonight and Merespoint on Saturday as well.” Vicky made a lot out of rubbing her ankle partly to cover up her boldness of being so forward and her excitement. Kenny who was sitting opposite her stood as he thought.
‘She’s eager but then so am I.’
“Stand up and try your weight on the ankle” Kenny told her as a second woman’s voice came from the doorway asking in a fairly loud voice.
“Hello, what are you two up too?”
“Vicky twisted her ankle a bit.” Kenny said helping Vicky to her feet, he looked towards the voice to see a woman standing there watching the two of them.
“My ankle seems alright now” Vicky said hobbling slightly as she walked towards the door and the woman.
“I’ll help you walk back” The woman said not taking her eyes off Kenny, “If you do need any help that is.”
Kenny watched the two women walking back to the cook house door. Vicky limped a little but it was the woman Kenny watched, he had silently gasped when he saw her standing in the doorway she was beautiful and he wanted her as soon as he saw her.
‘Blimey! What I could do with her.’ His thoughts were running wild and he wondered why as the woman’s eyes met his they locked together for seconds and in those few seconds something told him. She was his for the taking and he wondered.
‘Why on earth would I think like that?’ but watching her as she crossed the yard to the cookhouse, ‘Wouldn’t anyone whose male and had a demanding dick like mine? She is gorgeous with such a beautiful figure lovely arse and big tits; she has such lovely black hair is sloe eyed with a beautiful face and such wonderful full lips. Gawd! She should be on the front of a magazine not chopping up spuds in a cookhouse.’ He watched both women go into the cookhouse.
‘I didn’t tell Vicky where I should meet her tonight.’ He thought, ‘but I shall see her later no doubt.’ He lifted his left knee to make his stiffened cock more comfortable in his pants and went back to his sweeping and shovelling.